City Dog

I gave Freddy a mini-rawhide bone last night. He LOVED it! He carried it around the house, stopping periodically to chew on it, but mostly making sure it wasn't going to get bone-napped.

He spent a great deal of time trying to find a place to bury it. He tried:the corner of the living room by the back doorthe corner of the patioin front of the tvseveral places in the guest room and computer roomthe floor of my closet - where the laundry livesEach time he "dug out" a spot, placed the bone inside, and then used his snout to "cover" it with dirt. (Even though NONE of them were even remotely close to an actual dirt-pile.)

My favorite was when he jumped up by me on the couch, and started to wedge the bone in between the cushions. He then spent a good 2 minutes nosing the "dirt" up over it. He paused only long enough to give me a nasty look when my laughing interrupted his rhythm.

My response? "It's a damn good thing you're cute. Because you most assuredly are not that bright. City dog."